Here's a "did you know?"
Straight from Wikipedia's mouth I find the following:
- In 1857, Allan Pinkerton founded the Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Pinkerton devised the Rogues’ Gallery — a compilation of descriptions, methods of operation (modus operandi), hiding places, and names of criminals and their associates. Inspector Thomas Byrnes of the late-19th-century New York City Police Department popularized the term with his collection of photographs of known criminals, which was used for witness identification. Byrnes published some of these photos with details of the criminals in Professional Criminals of America (1886).
In 1984 we lived in a house with a long interior hall, and it was a perfect place to start my Rogue's gallery. I consider that I have been very fortunate in finding as much as I have. The latest picture, that of old Uberto Wright (1813-1890), came to me because several years ago in a blog I posted a plaintive statement (like a whine, more or less,) that I guess I'd never know what this kind, loving second-great grandpa looked like. Before too much time passed, a fellow in Indiana, who was an authority on Church of Christ historical documents, contacted me and directed be to where a picture of Uberto could be found. Needless to say, I am greatly indebted to him.
As we got older, left the house for an apartment and continually work at downsizing for the future, the configuration of my Rogue's gallery has changed. it's all in a clump on my office wall, and I need to point my finger at the pictures that are related from generation to generation.
From my Rogue's gallery I can visually trace my Dobbins line like this: Me->my father Scott Dobbins Jr.(1908-2001) ->Scott Dobbins Sr.(1876-1918) ->James Sellers Dobbins (1836-1902)-> James Alexander Dobbins(1806-1872)-> Robert B. Dobbins (1775-1852). Beginning with my dad's picture, this is what my wall shows:
It's not only the Dobbins line that I have documented in photos but my mom's Ryland line and many other of the direct ancestors also, but none quite as dramatic as this. In some cases, I've had to use a copy from a book. One of the pictures I have was from a photograph taken of a picture hanging on the wall of a library in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. The man in that photo is George Stevens, for whom Stevens Point was named and my third great grandpa. So by hook or by crook I've managed to get twenty photos (two have been added since the picture was taken.
I suspect that no more will be found. The crazy thing is that the Internet has made so much possible that that statement may not be true a few years from now. Actually I should change it to read, "In my lifetime, I suspect..." But even that might change. Honestly, I never stop looking.
Am I concerned about their future? Of course. I have an emotional investment in these photos. In a sense I feel I gave birth to them. The next generations coming behind me don't need the tactile and visual things that my generations wants. So I've resigned myself to not having to know what will become of them when I die. Like an ostrich with its head in the sand, I will simply avoid the issue and not worry about it. If any of you have any bright ideas, let me know.
And incidently, they really don't, you know!